Intro:
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Ah damn, Digga gone done and did a remix. What you gonna do now partner?
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(laughs)
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(Monch)
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Yes it the selectable messages, hard,
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Mammary glands, necklaces, breasts'es, large
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Camrys, Lands, Lexuses
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Executive suits, forget about the exodus
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Consecutive beats, narrated without the negative
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??? cracking, cause we can make it, happen
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We're gone quick, tell a friend "ohhh shit"
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Intelligent rap fiend with relevant rhyme flow,
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Benevolent, from beneath the sediment
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With no speech impediment
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Impeach the President?
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I don't know, I'm hesitant
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When I step through, you know I rep the medicine
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Perfect poetry, peddling word flows, you meddling
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In my business? That's when I got to jettison
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the nigga with the big balls
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Girls wanna maul me
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Drop jewels like you was jewelers with cerebral palsy
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My road dogs explode on, Flipmode flip men
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Spit in a nigga water like, Ms. Jane Pittman.
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(Rah Digga)
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Now, who we be writing rhymes all night?
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(Monch)
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Pharoahe Moch in the house and my plans is tight!
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(Rah Digga)
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Now, who we got next on the mic?
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Rah Digga in the house and my plans is tight!
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(Rah Digga)
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A black queen
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You best believe I stack cream for the nine-niggy-nine
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Everytime Diggy rhyme
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Like a thousand motherfuckers going "yes yes y'all"
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Make em scramble like a stabbing up in the mess hall
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Tighter than pumps on fat ladies
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Flows like the liquid in the IVs stuck in crack babies
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Preproduction, stay booming in my tenant
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On your radio tighter than the sweats on Richard Simmons
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Rah-D-I, going for dolo like I'm Coko
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One the lo-lo, spending my show dough in Soho
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Tight, lyrical pro yo, verbal style linguist
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Like Q or the Genius, speak a little broken english
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Get Backstreet money, tax free money
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Clak-clak any fool try to jack me money
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Lick proper, ain't no other chick hotter
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Voice alone scare your ass to death like Stigmata
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(Rah Digga)
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Now, who be writing rhymes all night?
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Rah Digga in the house and my plans is tight!
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Who we got next on the mic?
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(Lord Have Mercy)
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Lord Have in the house and my plans is tight!
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(Lord Have Mercy)
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King of my castle
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Shanghai, swinging my lasso
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In each hood, and stay unforgiven
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Like Eastwood
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Quick shooter, long clip, Ruger
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Villain in trench coats
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Walk the evil that men spoke
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Creep on your kin-folk
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Invent flows that sweep the streets often
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Stone cold like Steve Austin indeed, also
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The all city, the raw, gritty
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Landlord banned from TV in large cities, nigga slay a squad
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Pray to God I'm just Rated R
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When I pickle hearts in labeled jars
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Spit fatal bars
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Tally-ho, tally-ho I murder a cameo
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Rapid fire like a callico, scatter foes
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Trapped and dying, Federale homes, battle zones
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Shined in alleys, chromed, East Coast to Cali homes
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Laying down 'fore them federals get me
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Got hits while you cath bricks like I'm Reginald Deny
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(Rah Digga)
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Now, who be writing rhymes all night?
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Rah Digga in the house and my plans is tight!
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Peace to the ones that don't bite!
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Lord Have in the house in the plans is tight!
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Now, who be writing rhymes all night?
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Pharoahe Moch in the house and the plans is tight!
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Peace to the ones that don't bite!
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Flipmode in the house in the plans is tight!
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(Outro)
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That's right ya'll, Tight Remix. Featuring Ph-ph-ph-ph-pharoahe
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M-m-m-m-monch, Lord Have Mercy, and the first and only female of the Flipmode
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Squad, Rah Digga. Everytime I learn the words to a song, somebody make a
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remix...
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Tight (Remix)
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| Rah Digga |
